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I just had to keep hoping she wouldn’t get completely pulled into the Coven’s fabricated lies. Unlike them, she had a way out. She’d have more than enough money to support herself and her businesses that were in her name, so if she wanted to pull the plug, she certainly could.
I’d mentioned to Ruby before she left that the Coven was threatening Aurelia’s pack as well. We’d yet to formally introduce ourselves so I wasn’t quite sure how many men were in her pack, but Ruby emphasized that the Coven would be pushing their connections to try to ruin anyone outside of the Coven.
If Ruby was able to discover such information, what was stopping Aurelia from finding out the truth?
Just thinking about it was making my head hurt.
My eyes had closed at some point in my mental thought process, and I briefly checked on Bria, who was sleeping on her side and looked to be smiling in her sleep.
Our weekend of serenity had really helped tame the need to run, but I had to be able to do more. I’d craved to be a wolf shifter for so long, and now that I had Bria, I wanted to see her potential. I wanted to assist her in further growing until we took our position as Alpha in our pack.
Our pack…
That thought always made me smile, even as I sat here thinking about it. No matter how crazy it was getting, I wasn’t alone. I was surrounded by men who were so different, so dangerous, and yet secretly loving. It made me realize how blessed I was. I’d finally found my tribe.
Was it perfect? No, but it could be. It could reach those levels of perfection and balance. I just had to fight for it.
Fight for it and take down anyone who tried to take it away from me.
I felt my body lean to the side but it was so gradual, I didn’t linger on it while I further relaxed against the cushioned surface. Tender warmth laid upon me, further encouraging me to slip away into an oasis of dreams and peaceful bliss.
At some point I opened my eyes to see where Saint went, and the blurry, dark room greeted me in return. For a moment, my half-opened eyes caught onto someone standing near the hospital bed. The sight seemed magical, since their dress sparkling so beautifully in the rays of moonlight peeking into the room.
It could have been an angel for all I knew, but watching her reach out to the bed made me wonder if she was going to take Roberto away. It was an odd feeling to grasp, that this was the angel of death here to retrieve Papa Dearest after days of battling to survive.
Part of me wanted to wake up and stop her from taking him from me, but my body was so tired and my mind was losing its fight against unconsciousness. She was so pretty, and her long hair levitated in an enchanting way.
All she was missing was a pair of wings to go with the mesmerizing ensemble, but the real question remained.Who is she?
My arm reached out to try to touch her, even though she was so far away. No matter her exquisite beauty, I couldn’t let her take Roberto away. I had so many more questions that needed answers, and deep down, I wanted to discover the real him.
The side hidden beneath the layers of cruelty.
"Don’t…” I struggled to speak, my voice thick with sleep. “Please…don’t take…him away.”
My plea was weak, and I wondered if she could even hear me, but I was too tired to say anything more as my consciousness began to fade away once more.
When something stroked my cheek, I barely was able to open my eyes again. It was just so exhausted, but the glowing sight of someone up close drew my attention to their glimmering light. The woman kneeled beside me, and what a wonderous sight it was to view. She’d looked so enchanting from afar, but up close…
Up close, she looked just like me.
She was older, her softened eyes filled with years if not decades of wisdom. Though her prism eyes told one story, her skin was flawless and filled with youth. Her long strands of white reminded me of the first snowfall, those fluffy flakes that were so beautiful to peer at, even from the tiny window of a dungeon cell.
Her soft lips were glossy with a hint of sparkle, and the way they lifted in a warm smile made my whole heart swell with love. Her hand laid upon my cheek, and her touch was so gentle, enough to make me close my eyes just so I could allow all my senses to enjoy that simple press of warmth.
I pondered if this was the older me. Did she have a better life now? One with balance, filled with love and days where she could appreciate the simplest things, like smelling flowers, dancing in the rain, meeting friends and coworkers for coffee, and the feeling of acceptance in a long embrace.
Was she happy? I hope she’s happy.
That was what I aspired to be.
To be happy, surrounded by those who cherished my existence, and to discover all types of emotional experiences so each day would remind me of why I was still present in this cycle called life.
“You’ll be happy soon, Willow.”
The tender spoken voice made me further smile, and to top it all off was the tender press of lips on my forehead. It reminded me of when I’d first woken up after I’d almost been murdered. That soft touch on my forehead had been followed with quiet sobs, some that belonged to one man who would never shed a tear in front of anyone.
Maybe that was the first time I’d heard Roberto cry and plead for my survival, just like it was the first time witnessing immense fear on his face when they retrieved my body from the frigid waters and brought me back to the land of the living.
